(Eightball)Eightball will come out hard with the gangsta leanGold smile for the women that be jockin' the greenI'm a pimpsterNot a trick on a strollYa gotta pimp that thang and keep a trick on holdStay on top of the world, wit a gun in ya handTake control of a woman and fear no manIt be hard for me to see a day with outkastIf you got it and I don't I'll blast your ass, with the quicknessBecause a pimp don't playI got to work on top of my game and think of ways to get payedBorn in the Mound, down, deep in the southWith the brothers with the curls and gold teeth in they mouthAnd the cheverolet impalas with the craters and voguesFo'teef, with the yak, smokin' fat mac indoFall up in the club with the pimps, the toneGotta tuck in my pants, ya step to me and it's onGotta family in Memphis, gotta gang in TexasT-Money in the Jag and jb in the LexusCystiff, grip tight nine in the studioOr...I'm comin' out hard

(Mjg)Mjg description a brothaAnd one who tends to always keep his business undercoverBut still I wind up in the middle of a clickSome I heard, he heard, she heard,Should I continue to listen to the rumors, the garbageTrick, I ain't for this, sucka let's start this ruffnessWait trick you missed, I hit darker, into the sleeperNow you feeling weakerMan don't slip when you think you got backupLooking for some help but ya boys just slacked upPunked out, backed outWay low headin' to the front do'Sneaking out real slowHow ya feel now?What's wrong, what's the matterMama never told you not to play with those rappersMjg got loose in the 9 deuceBut for the 9 tre the pimps don't play wayI'ma stay trueSome of ya'll goin' treSome of ya'll i'ma laySome of ya'll i'ma hateBut see I'm in it to win itLining up for a partyJust to consider it a job, for me to come out, damn, hard

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(Eightball)I gotta come out hard as hell just like the life I leadCool, feed on the next brotha's greedJ-Smooth cuttin' up, lil' Hank gettin' buckKillers be shootin' up suckas with no gutI'm scoping big bucks, looking for the payoffLiving like a pimpster, checking everyday offRiding through the hood with my homies gettin' smoked outFall up in the mall, let my hoe stro' loked outCool, calm and collective, comin' out hardMjg count it down